My aunt gave us colored paper from her
advertising agency. A pre-paid
client left the states unexpectedly.
We folded exceptional paper boats
anticipating a long summer rain.
The sunrise has not warmed the streets; floating
paper boats. Sunrise has not warmed the streets;
soggy, dirty paper boats. My brother
rests his hands on his knees dejectedly.
Our neighbor pushes his boat wistfully.
My two little boats, Splendid and Brilliant,
are stuck in the sewer warped and capsized.
A hot dry day expected. Perfect for
folding exceptional paper airplanes.
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